St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-09-30
COYOTE JAKE
On His Way to Chicago to Secure
an Anarchist.

ILL ftt1drCniSCe
A long man with but little flesh on his
big bones, sat on top of a three legged
stool in a Sibley street lunch house yes
terday afternoon, filling himself with
Irish stew in a manner that indicated he
had not been petting his appetite of
late. A broad brimmed, greasy hat
rested on the counter near his plate and
a leather coat, trimmed with fringe of
the same material, hung over his
angular frame. He was a curious
character, and a GLOBE reporter, draw
ing a stool up near him, picked at a ham
sandwich while he drew the long man
into conversation.
'YaaS, I'm jest in from Montany," he
said, as he gulped down the half of a
large potato and sent a cataract of cOf-
fee down his long neck after it. 81 live
up thar in Buffaler Butte, nyar ther
Wurm river. My names Jake Rankin,
but Their folks errOun' ther Butte call
Coyote Jake. [ expect this is because
Pm er great Teller ter catch coyotes an
tame 'em. YaaS, I've got erbOut twenty
coyotes up on nv rancho what'll foller
me erroun' like dogs. Eve lived in that
are country up thar erbOut thirty-five
years an never seen er town bigger'n
Deer Lodge an | KEN ter Their kunclu-
sion tibet I'd git out an see some v ther
world"
''Going East?" ventured the reporter.
"Waal, l don't just exactly k ow
what direction I'm gOin' in" replied the
Montana citizen, 'but Pm bound ter
light in Shycarger afOre l STOP"
you'll see a big city,"
81 reckon l will, but l wouldn't give
er buffaler'S blat fur Their city. I'm goin'
down ter git er look at them air amer
chiStS, ur whutever yer call 'em. l
reckon I've seen every other kind Ov
animal in this part ov Their kentry, an
l want ter set eyes on II OV 'em. They
say they're purity dangerous cusses?:"
Yes, they're treacherous."
"Waal, l aint much used ter ther lay
Ov Their land down GROUND tibet part Ov
Their airth, but Fye trapped er good bit
Ground Their Nor'west, and l reckon
unless them air anarchists, ur which
ever yer call 'em, be er good Ideal more
cross yit, I'll git one ov 'em afore l cum
back. I've heerd Their people
up GROUND ther ranch talk
in er good deal erbout
'em lately am 1 got it inter my head
tibet 'twOuld be er good idea ter git one
eff l cud, an, bring it up thar. 'Twould
be er big curiosity ermung them fellers
up thar you know n they'd pay great
fur gittin' err look at one. Pm er good
deal Ov er money maker myself. I've
got er couple 0y revolverS whut III
shoot erbout eZ fur az an ordinary gun,
bersideS I've got Ell Springfield rifle an
| eff | can't lay out n Ov them amer
chists Ut whutever you call 'em afore I
cum back, FIN no good. They must be
sumthin' like er porkppine, amt they?'
~ think thpV are
"Yaas, Pve heerd they throwd buns
ur sumpthin' when ennybody bothered
sem."
Eyes, and they're liable to kill if they
hit you too"
"Yaas. wal, I've got my pockets full
ov whiskyan' eff / git hit with er bum
I'll drink it. I've been hit er good many
times by rattlesnakes and alwuS cured
merself with whisky. 1t will kill ther
bits ov Their pizeneSt animal that ever
walked an l reckon 'twould be jest as
goodincaSe- er Teller wuS hit, with er
bum"
"When do you leave?n7
"Ternight. Pm goin' down on er cat
tie train. / u m down ter Bismarck on
whatthey called er passenger train but
they put on tew much style ter suit me.
SO | TUX er cattle train frum THAR"
The reporter babe Coyote Jake good
bye and left him making his way rapidly
through a mince pie.